My favorite toy is a stuffed blue dinosaur named Roary. I got him when I was three years old, and even though he’s a little worn out, I still take him everywhere. Roary isn’t just a toy—he’s my best friend. He has one button eye, a small patch on his tail, and he smells a bit like cinnamon because he once fell into a cookie box. At night, I tuck him under my arm and whisper stories to him before falling asleep. When I’m scared of thunderstorms, Roary guards me. When I’m sick, he keeps me company. One time, I even made a cape for him out of an old sock and pretended he was Super Roary, flying around and saving my other toys from a pretend lava flood. He’s traveled with me on road trips and even went to the beach (though I had to shake sand out of his ears). People sometimes ask why I still carry him around.

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